A/N: lol, check this out, it's funny, hahaha
redeveofmemories: my god do they ever use a condom or does spike just magically have one on his dick at all times? what kind of ideas are these for our young readers? just kidding. love it keep it going but i'm guessing since he's never used a condom faye's going to get pregnant soon. oops here comes the baby! ;)
Actually, no, rotfl, but I DO know ppl who surprisingly DON'T use protection, but i wouldn't recommend it, lmao. welp, please R&R, and of course...ENJOY! ^,~
She couldn't look at him. But then again, how could she? What they had done last night was terribly wrong and immoral; so wrong, in fact, that she felt like a dirty slut constantly waiting for a good time.
Walking past her while adjusting his navy blue muscle shirt, Spike asked apprehensively, "Are you mad at me, sweetheart?"
Faye didn't answer. She was far too overridden with the guilt that A: she had screwed her boyfriend senseless in a kitchen, for God's sake, and B: this lustful act was done after her best friend's funeral. What kind of a friend was she?!
"Faye? Did you hear me?!"
Startled back to attention, Faye looked up from her steaming cup of coffee and into Spike's warm, empathetic two-toned irises, feeling her body quivering slightly as he took a step forward.
"Please......don't touch me," she begged, scooting her chair over in an instant of sheer ruefulness. "I feel dirty enough about last night, and I am so sorry for asking you to relieve my pain through such volupturous means. You're not mad at me for doing so.......right?"
Spike gave her a bewildered look. "Why would I be mad at you, sweetheart? I'm to blame, as well, since I was all for it, so there's absolutely no use in trying to pin this all on yourself."
Blushing a deep shade of crimson, Faye rigidly got up from her chair and dumped her coffee into the sink, announcing softly, "I-I'm ready for school........is Aimee-"
"She's up," a weary voice answered from behind.
"G-goodmorning, Mrs. Grayson," Spike acknowledged, immediately pulling a chair out for her at the little dinette set that Faye had recently been sitting at. "I'm sorry for intruding upon your home last night.....I hope that-"
"Oh, no, it's fine," she insisted, pushing back a whisp of her tousled, wavy strawberry blonde hair as she lethargically plopped down into the seat that he had so politely pulled out for her. "My husband and I were very glad to have you over........Aimee was, too."
"Oh....well thank you very much," Spike replied, smiling decorously. "I don't mean to cut this conversation short or anything, but-"
"School awaits," Mrs. Grayson supplied, bestowing him with a bitter smile. "Are you sure that you wouldn't rather take the bus to school like Aimee?"
"Oh, no.....we've got some business to attend to along the way," Faye spoke up, just deciding to enter the conversation. "It's rather important, so I hope that you don't mind."
"Not at all," Mrs. Grayson acknowledged softly, rubbing her sore, swollen eyes before she sent her daughter's best friend a bleak smile. "Have fun."
"Oh, we'll have fun, alright," Faye thought bitterly as Spike draped his arm snugly across her shoulders and led her over towards the front door. "Especially if Randall meant what he said.....about me having to watch my back."
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"FAYE-FAYE!!!"
In an instant of sheer confusion, Faye was trapped within the taut embrace of the young adolescent whom she and Spike had stopped by the middle school to visit, the child's deep, imploring yellow eyes swimming over with excitement as she hugged her ex-stepsister with even more pep than before.
"Ed MISSED you, Faye-Faye!," she wailed, close to tears. "Ed is SO happy to see you cuz Ed thought that Ed would never find Faye-Faye ever EVER again!"
"Same message, kiddo," Faye returned tearfully, ruffling the girl's flaming red hair until it stuck out to the side at a weird angle, which Edward immediately fixed by shaking her head like a dog.
Laughing at this sudden action, Faye continued, "Spike and I still see each other, in case if you were wondering, and I officially think that we're in love."
"Oo-la-la!," Edward commented blithely, giggling as she glanced over at Spike in his fancy sport's car, and then back at her ex-stepsister with a delighted look upon her impish countenance. "Naughty Faye-Faye! Naughty, naughty, NAUGHTY!!!"
Blushing, Faye realized that there was some truth to those words as she knelt down before the young adolescent and asked hopefully, "Would you like to come with me and Spike to the Ellewood City Park this evening? We can feed the ducks and have a picnic, then do anything you want. Sound good?"
"Did Faye-Faye say anything?," Edward demanded, completely disregarding the last question that she had been asked.
Faye smirked, realizing instantly that perhaps what she had proposed had been a big mistake on her part. "Yes.....I said anything."
"Then Ed will go!," the young adolescent acknowledged, beaming brightly as she smiled her trademark grin and began to jump up and down with excitement. "If Faye-Faye will now excuse Ed, Ed must be heading off to class! Ciao!"
"Bye!," Faye called after the skinny little retreating figure, the young adolescent's erratic bouncing making her extremely noticable once she merged within the student body that was entering the middle school in a deadened state.
BEEP!
Faye whirled around in astonishment, only to see Spike impatiently pointing towards his wristwatch to indicate that they would very soon be late for school.
"Coming!," she acknowledged, trying her best not to giggle at her lover's intense anxiety problem as she briskly approached his car door and hopped in.
"Took ya long enough," Spike complained as he began to back out of his parking space in disgust. "Is she coming?"
"Yeah," Faye replied, smirking. "It won't be just the two of us, anymore."
"That's what I was afraid of," Spike teased, sending her a warm smile before playfully poking her in the ribs.
Laughing elatedly, Faye snuggled up against his broad shoulder and thanked God that she had been blessed with such an amazing young man whom she loved with all her heart.
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"No, no, that's not it at all.....I'm tellin' you that I overheard Faye blabbin' her plans for this evening to Ace and Vicious!"
"Yeah...so?," Arexu demanded, folding her arms with severe disinterest. "Why the hell are you telling me all of this? I thought that not too long ago you considered me to be a traitor."
Frowning due to opening old wounds, Randall acknowledged, "Yes, that is true, but I need you, Arexu. Will you help me?"
Immediately thinking about Nami and what she had said during the ride home from the hospital, she replied dryly, "I don't think so, Randall...I've got my own shit to deal with this evening, so I don't need yours on top of it."
"Aw, c'mon! You want Spike and Faye dead as much as I do!," he insisted, a malicious sheen glinting across his coal-black irises like an uncontrollable wildfire of persistence. "If you come tonight with me and the others, I swear to you that I will leave your little sister alone for as long as I live."
That did it. He knew then that he had her right where he wanted her.
Trying her best to put up a facade of nonchalance, Arexu agreed grudgingly, "Fine, I'll do it, but if you so much as even look at Nami the wrong way I'll rip your colon right out of your chicken ass and feed it to some starving dogs!"
"Alright," Randall acknowledged, seemingly satisfied. "Meet me and the others in the park by 6:00."
Arexu frowned, but nodded. "6 it is."
"Hahaha! The bubbles are tickling Ed's hiney!"
Faye raised an eyebrow, then gingerly took the bubbles and its wand away from the young adolescent, announcing, "You're not supposed to blow bubbles between your legs, honey.....it's.....well.....eccentric."
Giggling, Edward stuffed a sandwich from their picnic basket into her mouth, then sat on her hands, announcing through her food, "Ed ish very hungry......shank you very mush for inviting Ed."
"You're welcome," Spike acknowledged, smirking. "Next time swallow your food, ok? You're hard enough to follow as it is."
"Spike!," Faye exclaimed, giving him a warning glance.
"Hey, I was just kidding!," he insisted defensively, holding his hands up as if to shield himself from her wrath.
"It's alright! Ed likes Spike-person's not-so-funny jokes!," the young adolescent insisted, latching herself onto his leg and giving it an affectionate hug.
Glancing down at her in surprise, Spike urged briskly, "Hey, uh, could ya please get off? People might think that you're trying to hump my leg!"
"Noooo! Ed would never have sexual intercourse with a leg!," the young adolescent insisted, shaking her head wildly back and forth in denial. "Spike-person is weeeird!"
"Gee, thanks, Ed," he grumbled sarcastically, trying his best to ignore the spasms of laughter that were coming from Faye's side of the picnic blanket.
Instantly realizing that he was getting pretty fed up with the situation at hand, she apologized between giggles, "Sorry......it's just that you two really crack me up. It's so damn cute!"
Spike smiled. "Yeah, I guess.....but think of that when you get a crazed 13-year-old latched onto your leg."
Before Faye could reply, Edward suddenly leapt up from the blanket and cocked her head at an angle, announcing in a hushed whisper, "Ssh....Ed thinks that she heard something."
"It's probably just some cityfolk having a late picnic like us," Spike replied nonchalantly as he leaned back on his elbows and let out a loud, unattractive yawn. "Sit down and relax, alright?"
"No.....it's coming from the woods," Edward insisted, glancing about her fearfully at the hundreds of pine trees that surrounded them like an army of strange, fantastical creatures ready to strike at any given moment. "There's lots of crunching noises and-"
"Alright, nobody move!"
Crying out, Faye instinctively seized her ex-stepsister by the waist and pulled her down into her arms with the sole hope of protecting her, Spike immediately leaping in front of them with the exact same intention as he stared down the intruders with an intense irascibility burning up within his two-toned irises.
"Well ain't that sweet......Spiegel's puttin' his life on the line for his ho and that little girl," Randall observed, chuckling to himself as he flicked out his pocketknife and took a step forward, his cronies immediately following his example from behind.
"Stay back!!!," Spike barked, springing up to his feet once he realized that harm could come to his loved ones. "I mean it, Randall....if you take just one more step I'll have no choice but to beat you shitless!!!"
"Then come on," Randall challenged, giving him a smug, defiant smirk as he took yet another step forward just merely to irk his nemesis. "Live up to your bold and brash words, Spiegel!"
Lunging forward in an instant, Spike sent two powerful uppercuts to the impetuous young man's jaw, thus causing him to stumble backwards in surprise.
Letting out a vengeful growl, Randall dove at his target in an instant, his fury eminent as his frosty black eyes continued to glaze over with the inner coldness of his black heart.
Spike, however, swiftly evaded the surprise attack, placing his hand onto a nearby stump and lifting himself up into the air, using both of his legs to help himself veer back around and strike his opponent roughly in the chest.
Randall grunted due to the slight pain, but managed to grab ahold of Spike's feet and swing him back around, leaving him absolutely stunned as he crashed into the very stump that he had just used to aid his surprise attack.
Spike let out a low moan of pain as he clutched his stomach in sheer agony from where he had been hit by the stump, gritting his teeth in anguish as he slowly dragged himself up off of the ground and lifted his fists up, completely prepared to see their fight through to the very end.
"Come on, you miserable bastard," he taunted, his rich voice stained with an indelible rancor. "Why don'tcha finish what you started?"
Randall let out a growl full of vengeance as he propelled himself towards his hated nemesis at top speed, both men gritting their teeth amidst their deep ire as soon as they locked themselves in combat.
Striking his opponent roughly in the face, Randall smirked smugly as Spike put his hand up to his lip and spit out light runnels of scarlet, his two-toned irises burning over with absolute hatred for the young man before him as he struggled to regain his balance.
Taking a deep breath, Spike then charged his adversary like a bull driven by waves of sheer blinded rage, Randall crying out as his opponent's foot connected squarely with his face, thus sending him staggering backwards until he landed flat on his ass.
Suddenly realizing that he was losing, Randall took the cowardly approach and grabbed the young woman nearest to him and stabbed her, thus hoping that he would cause a severe distraction.
Whirling around to oversee the damage that had been done, Spike gasped once he laid his eyes upon a weeping Faye, poor, young Edward lying limply in her arms as if she were devoid of all life.